ONE POEM – Keli Foster

I swam in the Gulf of Thailand with you.
I held you, small as a kumquat, in my own dark, small sea.

ONE POEM – Teodora Lalova

I often think of telling you
There is something wrong with time here.
I’m not sure whether I age faster or, quite the contrary –
Once we’re introduced again, I’ll be annoying in my youth.

TWO POEMS – James Carroll

She’s pulling up weeds from the flowerbed
And then starts feeling one tug back,
Wrapping her water grip and dragging her
Through the claggy earth.

TWO POEMS – Niamh Gallagher

I look at my bright and blotchy cheeks in the mirror with blurry-eyed fascination, but not for too long because I have crying to do.

Leaving – Yin F Lim

Glossy lips, upturned in a cheesy grin. This is what I see when I think about the morning I left my country. The lips of a Ronald McDonald statue, painted red to match its garish hair and its clown’s outfit. Broad lips stretched into a smile that seemed much too bright under soulless eyes. I…

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COMFORT FOODS // A History of Goulash – Maryana Lucia Vestic

My earliest memories of goulash are full of warm, satisfying sensations—soft, chewy egg noodles draped in thick brown gravy and big chunks of beef adorned with a few key ingredients like green pepper, onion, and paprika.

The Red Daisies of Prague Spring – Garrett Zecker

An exploration of feminist indulgence, excess, and gratification via the colour red in Věra Chytilová’s Czech New Wave masterpiece Daisies (1966).

TWO POEMS – Alexandre Ferrere

I had
one chance out of zero,
but spent a youth chasing
what I am still not.

REVIEW – The Liars’ Asylum (Stories) by Jacob M. Appel – Vanessa Braganza

Appel turns his professional interest in the workings of the human mind to a narrative exploration of the reasons we tell lies.

ONE POEM – Lauren Bender

points for you if you are boss of the building, every lock
warm at your fingertips, every door’s soft click
yours as it shuts, every window with your face
reflected in it.

ONE POEM – Richard Brostoff

Above the house a low sun like a wrecking ball,
the world at the horizon splintered like a Rothko

ONE POEM – Stephen House

i order a long black
he looks at me
man on man gaze 

i smile

TWO POEMS – Natalie Crick

I want to feel
the warm milk of your smile. 
I want to see your reflection
in the moon’s mirror, polished like spring bones. 

PHOTOGRAPHY – Charlie Speck

Beautiful photographic studies of the outdoors in black and white.

POETRY – Chavonne Brown

She was not like unwitting prey,
That had never sighted the lion;
She fled from him, knowing
As she did what it meant…

TWO POEMS – Nadia Patterson

i’d put stickers all over the moon 
and hang it from the ceiling 
in the living room

5 COLLAGE POEMS – J.I. Kleinberg

sunshine snacked on
a little
morning

ONE POEM – A. Martine

Brown girl: you don’t get a plot twist. Your story’s been penned
with strokes as hollow as they are spiteful

ONE POEM – Ian C. Smith

For those who forego the languor of home ground, that lethal rapine of routine, the most compelling sound of the travelling life might be a ferry’s foghorn throughout the night

COMFORT FOODS // Tortang Talong — Sadia Pineda Hameed

I receive a call from my mother. It is to tell me a recipe for tortang talong, which she learnt last night in a dream.

ONE POEM – Emily Barker

A drunk girl came up to me in a club last week and told me, yet again, that I look exactly, no, exACtly–Sarah! Come over here! Doesn’t she look exACtly like our Hannah?

An interview with Bex Saunders

In our conversation we discuss how Bex began her photographic journey and the point of photography, the ways in which food can become subversive and suggestive, and the My Chemical Romance reunion.